Chapter 7: Dissociation Disorder

Thinking this, he glanced at Jiang Zhiyue with a knowing look.

Could it be that his sister was once again using his name to swindle and deceive others?

“Doctor Jiang, you’re here! Hurry, come see my wife! Our family doctor has already run a series of tests, but they can’t find the cause. We had no choice but to specially invite you to take a look. Sorry for the trouble.”

At that moment, Mr. Pei stepped out of the room, dressed in a bespoke black suit, his hair meticulously groomed—clearly a man who lived a disciplined and healthy life.

Seeing Pei Heng blocking the doorway, he kicked him aside without hesitation. “You brat, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and let Doctor Jiang in.”

Pei Heng jumped back. “Dad, show some respect! My fairy sister is watching!”

With that, he pulled Jiang Zhiyue over and thrust her in front of his father.

“Dad, look—this is the fairy sister who saved me in the car accident! She’s so beautiful and obviously very capable. Ask her to take a look at Mom. She says Mom’s soul has wandered off; all we need to do is call it back in time.”

Mr. Pei was taken aback: Could there really be such a young and stunning master in this world?

Jiang Zhiyue twitched an eyelid. “Hello, Mr. Pei.”

“Are you saying my wife is suffering from soul departure?”

“Yes.”

“Hmph, soul departure?” Jiang Linchuan chuckled beside them. “Pei, you can’t possibly believe such nonsense, can you?”

Mr. Pei laughed awkwardly, feeling somewhat offended.

Because he truly believed in such things!

Isn’t there a saying these days that the end of science leads to the occult?

Jiang Linchuan seriously explained, “Jiang Zhiyue is my sister. She doesn’t know any medical skills. She didn’t even finish high school. Do you really trust someone like her to save people?”

Jiang Zhiyue’s face darkened. She may not have attended school, but that didn’t make her illiterate.

In her past life, she had been tutored one-on-one by esteemed masters.

As a practitioner of the mystical arts, she certainly studied more than just fortune-telling, feng shui, and exorcism. While she might not have mastered martial arts or pathology, she was certainly familiar with them.

Otherwise, when reading someone’s fortune, how could she tell whether they were possessed or poisoned?

She just couldn’t explain all this to those people.

“Zhiyue, you usually talk about disasters and enemies at home, that’s one thing. But this isn’t the time for jokes. If you delay Madam Pei’s illness, you won’t be able to bear the consequences.”

“Then you go first.”

Jiang Zhiyue gracefully stepped back, making a gesture inviting him in.

Pei Heng was so excited he tried to grab Jiang Zhiyue’s hand, but Jiang Linchuan slapped it away. “Please show some respect, Young Master Pei.”

“Heh, sorry, sorry. The kid is a bit mischievous. I’ll make sure to discipline him. Doctor Jiang, please come in.” Mr. Pei signaled to Pei Heng and then led Jiang Linchuan inside.

Only after the door shut heavily did Pei Heng anxiously ask, “Fairy sister, do you think Mom will be okay?”

Jiang Zhiyue gave him a calm look, then pressed her ear against the door to listen intently.

Pei Heng kindly warned, “It’s no use. This is a specially built medical room with top-notch global materials. The soundproofing is impeccable—you won’t hear a thing.”

Jiang Zhiyue turned her head, impressed by the grandeur of the estate.

“I just checked. The room is very clean, with no trace of negative energy. The feng shui layout from the entrance is excellent. The entire villa is protected by a massive spirit-gathering formation. Living here refreshes the mind and brings good fortune. The feng shui master you hired is truly skilled.”

“I guess your parents told you to stay home as much as possible, not to go out, right?”

Pei Heng’s eyes lit up. “Fairy sister, you’re incredible! If I just stay home quietly, the worst that happens is falling down the stairs or choking on food—not serious. But if I step outside, I either get hit by a car or struck by a falling cleaver—it’s always life-threatening. Oh, and when we bought the house, we had the head priest from Qingyun Temple personally check the feng shui.”

“The feng shui is fine, you can keep living here. Your mother isn’t in immediate danger. Once Jiang Linchuan leaves, I’ll go take another look.”

“All right,” Pei Heng agreed, curious about her relationship with Jiang Linchuan but wisely keeping quiet after seeing Jiang Zhiyue’s expression.

With silence settling, Jiang Zhiyue finally looked at Pei Heng. “By the way, why do you keep calling me ‘Fairy Sister’? I have a name—Jiang Zhiyue. Got it?”

Pei Heng grinned broadly, flashing his perfect white teeth. “You’re so beautiful, of course, I have to call you Fairy Sister! But if you don’t like it, I can change it—Jiang Jiang, Zhi Zhi, Yue Yue—which one do you prefer? Any’s fine with me!”

Jiang Zhiyue couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Stop talking. Let’s go for a walk.”

What a handsome guy, yet so unbearably cheesy at such a young age!

After walking around, Jiang Zhiyue realized how truly enormous the Pei family villa was.

The Jiang family had five sons and a daughter and still couldn’t match the size of this house, which belonged to a family with only one son.

Given Pei Heng’s ill-fated destiny, his parents must have sacrificed tremendously to raise him this far.

To put it bluntly, someone as unfortunate as him might have choked on milk and died as a baby.

Seeing Jiang Linchuan still hadn’t come out, Jiang Zhiyue used the yellow paper and cinnabar Pei Heng had prepared earlier to craft a new talisman for him.

Such a rare and generous benefactor couldn’t be allowed to die so easily.

Seizing the opportunity, she also showed off by drawing a few elaborately ornate talismans—worthless practically, but visually impressive—to astonish Pei Heng.

Besides that, to ensure he had enough to eat in the days to come, she generously took him around the villa complex to open his spiritual vision and catch a playful little spirit companion.

An hour later, when they returned to the Pei residence, Pei Heng was practically bouncing with excitement.

He didn’t even glance up when Mr. Pei warmly saw Jiang Linchuan to the door.

Only when they entered the living room and saw Madam Pei slowly descending the staircase, holding the railing, did he suddenly shout and jump up.

“Mom!”

Jiang Zhiyue also watched closely, puzzled by Madam Pei’s gentle smile as she looked toward them from the stairs.

Tender and joyful.

“Heng’er, I’m glad you’re okay. When I heard about your accident, I was terrified. Thankfully, you made it through safely. You must take Master Yuankong’s talisman with you at all times. In a few days, I’ll personally visit Qingyun Temple to pray for more blessings for you—I’ll only be at ease then.”

Those few words relaxed Pei Heng’s guard, and he rushed to support his mother.

“Mom, you’re really awake? Why aren’t you resting properly? Why are you coming down?”

Madam Pei smiled gently. “I’m fine. I just fainted from the shock of hearing about your accident. Doctor Jiang has examined me; with some rest, I’ll recover. Don’t worry.”

Pei Heng looked at Jiang Zhiyue, who barely nodded. So far, she hadn’t sensed anything wrong—no sinister aura or evil energy. Perhaps Madam Pei’s soul had successfully returned on its own?

Damn it, Jiang Linchuan really pulled one over on us!

“Heng’er, who is this?”